Glad U exited from that toxic relationship alive, and with spirit bruised but unbroken.

The post manipulates the viewer’s expectations effectively. I see the photo first as a closeup of a surface that looks good in closeup, like a lichen-covered rock or a Pollock painting. Then I start reading the poem and briefly expect something light-hearted like [House that Jack Built] or [There Was an Old Lady …]. The poem turns dark, swiftly and seamlessly. Then I revisit the photo and see the dent. Masterful.